That One Word I Can't Say

by lerptehmerp

Alexander Harrison has a crush on his first high school friend, one that has lasted for the past 10 years. They still keep in touch, to the point where they know each other's every move. Unfortunately, something changes, and so does their "relationship.

Not the first time.

It stood in the doorway, a mass of soaking jackets with a suitcase in each gloved hand. Alexander looked it up and down silently, then motioned for it to come in. The tall figure trudged inside, the door being quickly shut behind it. Alexander took a suitcase and started up the stairs. The figured followed closely. Alexander pushed into his room, laying the suitcase next to his desk. As soon as the figure was inside, Alexander shut the door and began stripping the figure.

A nude man stood in the figure's place, shivering slightly from his wet skin. Alexander soon returned with a towel and some dry sweat clothes and began drying the sullen man off. After Alex finished the man's torso, he handed the man the towel and began to unfold the clothes. The man, as if on automatic, began drying off his lower half, afterward looking up to a sweater poised above his head. He slowly nodded and closed his eyes, dropping the towel as the warm sweater enveloped him. As his head emerged, it was then pointed down at the pair of sweatpants, which were laid as if pulled off and stepped out of. He nodded once again, stepped into them, and began pulling them up.

Alexander picked up the towel and began to dry the taller man's hair. Once he had finished, Alex motioned towards the twin bed. Too tired to argue, the man walked over and collapsed. Alexander pulled a down blanket over the man and smiled down at the work he had done, then he began to search his shelves for a sleeping bag. Once he had unfolded it, he turned off the lights, slipped inside, and set a vibrating alarm for 13 minutes before seven.